Coyote
Coyote makes a diary of sadness
in the mountains, deserts
and plains where he lives.
alone, and he sings from it.
At night,
even where Pig can hear,
it moves
in and across Pig/s eyes
and in pig/ears, near
where his brain
ticks: what they will do is make
meat of me
bacon and chops
a-roast-pig, and whatever else is
tasteful (Coyote
sings from it.
